There once was a chef from Kent
who knew not how her evening was spent.
With her panties aside
had she hitched up for a ride?
Or was that dampness some other condiment?
Filed under 2019, Monday morning writing joke, poetry by author
Tagged as Chef, condiments, David E. Booker, Kent, limerick joke, Monday, night out, poem, poet, poetry, writing humor
There once was a writer from Kent
who knew not which way he was bent.
Erotic poetry or prose
or short stories to compose
Profligate fellow, he misspent.
Filed under limerick, poetry by author, Sunday silliness
Tagged as erotic, erotic poetry, humor, Kent, limerick, poem, poetry, short stories, writer, writing
There once was a lady from Kent
Who know not which way she went.
Coming or going,
Going or coming,
She said it was time well spent.
Filed under humor, limerick, poem, poetry, Random Access Thoughts, writing
Tagged as humor, Kent, lady, limerick, part 1, poem, portmanteau, Random Access Thoughts, story poem
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